Yamanca

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The Coatl needn't utter any words for the dragons around her to understand, mostly because she couldn't speak at all. Instead, she 'spoke' through many means. When she found herself communicating through body language, dragons would often have to stop and pause, for her feather wings in that light shade of pink seemed to move almost hypnotically with each small movement she would make. Of course that wasn't her intention at all, but the contrasting lines of a soft purple were rather pleasing to gaze upon, especially during movement.

If she grew bored or tired of speaking with her body or through sign language, she would switch to writing. The way the ink left the quill and sank to the paper beneath was equally as enchanting as her movements. Her writing was neat. Tidy. Practiced. After all, she had her entire life to work on it, so that she could have some way to communicate to the dragons around her.

Despite being silent, she had quite an obvious personality, vividly told by the clothes she dressed herself in. Pastel colors of apparel suited for the climate of the Southern Icefields fell delicately and comfortable on her body. A satchel or two was at her side, filled with various supplies that she would need either for herself, or for others.

Silver gems sat bound to her feathers, yet weighed her down none. It was a topic for debate for the dragons around her, whether they were intentionally put there by herself (or others), or if she had simply been born with it. Despite her efforts to inform them that it was a genetic trait passed down from both of her parents, she cares little for what rumors those around her make. If anything, she finds it quite amusing when a hatchling attempts to describe the gems and the reasoning behind why they were there.